Angel ๐น๐น๐น
Bio
Hello! I want to explore the world. Escape from my past. Love as much as I possibly can. I am supporter for mental health issues and the LGBT community.
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Stories (3/0)
Escaping My Past... Part Three
Age 13 I wake up. My mouth dry and my head throbbing from silently screaming for hours the previous night. I stare at my surroundings. I am in my closet. Itโs nearly pitch black. I look down at my arms. I see the scratch marks are still there. The redness is still there developing into a near cut. Flashbacks start to flood my thoughts. I can still see her now. Screaming in my face because I forgot to follow an order. I stood there helpless unable to move. Seeing her with her arm extended ready to hit me. Her wide emerald eyes. From the outside, she's quite beautiful. Long curly black hair, piercing green eyes, and a tall figure. On the inside, however, the devil inside her comes and goes as she loses her temper, usually under the influence of alcohol. I slowly watch it consume her and cloud her judgment. I have no choice. I wince and walk through, bracing for impact. I suddenly remember her taking my arms with her long nails and slowly running them across my skin scraping my skin 'til I bleed. At this point, I donโt feel it. Thereโs so much adrenaline in my body I can no longer feel her hurting me or hear her words. They come into focus now. โPiece of shitโ... "Bitch"... I remember it now as my vision became blurred as I shut all the light out of my room sinking into my closet between the two walls. Immediately out of anger punching my hands against my hard textbooks causing pain to shoot through my hand. For some reason this numbs my pain I feel inside for a few seconds, then begins to hurt physically. My ears began to ring and my tears started to take over. I can no longer stop. I look at my hand, watching both hands, how they violently begin to shake. With several attempts, I grab my pillow and blanket and fall into a deep sleep in the fetal position.
By Angel ๐น๐น๐น5 years ago in Humans
Escaping My Past... Part Two
Confusion. A few months later... AM: I wake up and it dawns on me that I am still confused as to why he left. I couldn't wrap my brain around the reason... why? Why did he leave? Was it because of me? I am at fault? Was it my mother? I couldn't find any answers. I pace constantly back and forth, thinking over and over trying to draw conclusions as to why he had to leave. Irritable I decide to wait until 8:30. Braiding my dog's hair and giving it hugs. 9:00AM. I hear the sink running on the other side of the house. Her footsteps inching closer to the door. Stopping abruptly before touching the doorknob to listen. She always came in as if she has to say something important, but it was nothing new after my father left. "Hurry up take the dogs out and feed them."
By Angel ๐น๐น๐น5 years ago in Humans
Escaping My Past... Part One
I want you to picture a small young child around the age of eight with her toy (use your imagination) in one hand, and her blanket in the other. I want you to imagine her walking through the dark hallway that connects both her parent's room, and her's down the hallway. It's dark. Nearly four o'clock in the morning. She's pale, and her headaches from being sick the previous evening. Dazed from the early morning, she sees both her parents standing in the kitchen hugging and giving their goodbyes, as well as her two small dogs, that are clearly confused as to what is going on. After giving her father a goodbye, he picks up his suitcase and enters his car. She proceeds to run to the front door where she can watch his car leave the neighborhood. Suddenly, it hits her. It hits her hard. She realizes her father is leaving for a while. Tightly clenching her blanket with her tiny hands, anger spreads through her, because she doesn't understand why he is leaving. Why now? Why? She sees the car slowly backing out. 5:12 AM. More Pain. All the emotions rise to the surface. She can't help, but sit there, and let her tears take over, as she watches her father leave. As the car begins to disappear the girl runs throughout the house to his room, bursting the door open, and opening all the drawers. Inside the top drawer is a fancy luggage tag. It small and round, but reminds her of him for she realizes the empty room will continue to remain dark and empty. She proceeds to walk to her bed, places it carefully in her drawer, and goes to sleep. Safe and sound. For now at least...
By Angel ๐น๐น๐น5 years ago in Humans